To hell with it I thought I loved to dance and the rubbish group had started to sound much better. I hung my jacket on the back of my chair, forgettin... all about the bra and blouse I was wearing underneath and how revealing it was.I was on the floor for most of the next hour, I must have danced with six or seven of them with the odd drinks break. At times I was dancing with two at once which was OK until the slow numbers, getting squashed between two randy young boys rubbing themselves all over. She turned away.I removed the blanqet and started openly stroking my black penis.I turned towards her and stroked,after a few minutes Hina turned she saw my cock and gasped.I gave her full view of my cock.She got up and went down.She left her kid up.She returned still I was playing with my cock while ogling at her.She turned away and occasionally turned towards me and saw me still massaging my cock.This continuesd for a while after it I closed my eyes and was trying to sleep. After few time I. It was soft and silky, moving under my lips as I sucked it into my mouth. I found that I could push it forward and back over the big cock head, slide it somewhat side to side."Play with it, "Lori said as she caressed my head. "Yeah, suck it all you want."I obeyed as I kept sucking on her husband's knob. My tongue was swirling around it, delighting in the feel of that loose fold of skin."All right," Lori said to Greg. "Let's show her what being fucked is suppose to feel like." I was surprised. She’d gotten scared when Mr. Styles had referred to the telephone wire as a ‘very tough implement’ – now she was happy this had come up instead of a whip. Ken, in the meantime, had taken a step back. He now raised the wire again, and brought it down with full force between Charlotte’s shoulder blades. Charlotte’s scream filled the auditorium, audible over and above the noise now made by the excited audience. A purple welt in the shape of a hangman’s noose appeared on Charlotte’s back, as Ken.